The vengeful ghost's plea was extremely sincere and heartfelt.
Su Yi asked, "A secret room in the church? What's that for?"
"It's a place where rule-makers can be driven out."
The vengeful ghost tightly hugged its own body, which had been beaten to the point of near death, and looked at Jiang Nuo with fear in its eyes.
This is a blatant hint.
Jiang Nuo: "Deal."
He took out gloves from his pocket, slowly put them on, and then smashed various storage containers next to the table with a punch.
They pulled out the internal organs, which were covered in shards of glass, peeled off the skin, and removed the intestines.
Then they arranged them one by one, moving them around on the long table like a jigsaw puzzle.
The vengeful ghost squatted nearby, watching, occasionally interjecting with a few words, telling him how to tidy up his body.
"This is the skin on my hand, look... and there's a mole."
"Eh... this looks like a leg bone!"
Jiang Nuo rolled her eyes at him, "Even on stilts, it wouldn't be this long."
The vengeful ghost reluctantly withdrew.
Su Yi watched this scene and fell into a long silence.
[A scene that's both terrifying and strangely humorous...]
[It seems even God Nuo didn't know how to spell it, haha, he just went by instinct.]
Wow, could they make this into Great Adventure? It would be so much fun!
[ Great Adventure: Brave Enough with the Torture!]
Jiang Nuo wasn't good at piecing things together, but he was familiar with the structure of organs and limbs, so it didn't take him much effort. In the end, he even kindly provided a yellow talisman to stick on his severed forehead.
Once everything was pieced together, the vengeful ghost was overjoyed. It kicked off its feet and lunged at the long table, then plunged into the corpse.
Jiang Nuo tossed aside his gloves and let out a big yawn.
Let's go.
He pushed open the door to leave, and then heard the vengeful ghost inside giving instructions.
"Avoid those dressed in black cloaks and wearing masks; they are staunch supporters of the Nightwalker."
"It might happen tonight..."
The vengeful ghost muttered to itself, "Monday nights are always more terrifying than the days."
Jiang Nuo listened to every word without missing a single one, and continued walking without stopping. As she passed the courtyard, she noticed that her grandmother, who was on the reclining chair, was not there.
On the other side.
Si Yan and Qi Cang arrived at the garden, their plan being to probe for the monster buried deep beneath it.
Although Qi Cang could sense it, the feeling of mutual repulsion made him very uncomfortable. He wished he could reveal his true form and tear the demonic creature apart with his soul.
Sensing his restless nature, Si Yan glanced at him and said, "If you're going to go crazy, stay away from me."
Looking around, Si Yan saw that what was called a garden was actually just a bare lawn Xiaohua sparse wildflowers growing here and there.
"It looks like a cemetery," Si Yan said.
He casually found a black bench and sat down, listlessly pulling his coat tighter around himself. He lingered on Jiang Nuo's lingering scent, but his hands, hanging limply, were busy casting spells to probe the ground, his Spiritual Power slowly penetrating deeper.
After a short while, Si Yan reached out his hand, his body growing even colder from the Demonic Qi, and his voice sounded weak.
"The monsters here... not only possess Demonic Qi, but also gather the faith power of the entire town."
This is undoubtedly very bad news.
After Si Yan finished speaking, she waited a few seconds, but received no response from Qi Cang. She then looked up in confusion.
Qi Cang stood motionless, as if in a meditative state, his eyes and brows exuding gentleness.
Si Yan: "..."
It's unbalanced.
Why is he allowed to chat with his wife?
Si Yan looked at the ground and thought of throwing a stone at it.
As soon as he picked it up, Qi Cang let out a long sigh, as if his surging hopes had been shattered.
" Xiao Lin... is still not awake."
But when he entered the garden just now, he clearly sensed Qi Lin's soul fluctuations.
Si Yan silently hid the stone behind his back, coughed lightly, and looked away, pretending nothing had happened.
Nightwalker!
The weeder standing not far from the two exclaimed in surprise, as he could see a group of people in black cloaks approaching even in the darkness.
The weeder hurriedly jumped into the pit to hide, covering his head and ears and trembling.
Si Yan remained in the same position as they patrolled over.
Including the one this morning, we've already encountered three patrols of Nightwalker today; a few more and they'll outnumber the townspeople.
But this time it's different.
As the Nightwalker group drew closer, shimmering with a green light, Si Yan clearly sensed an even more powerful Demonic Qi emanating from them.
It's like... a power originating from underground.
Could it be because they were kept as pets?
Si Yan guessed, then suddenly noticed that Qi Cang's expression was extremely bad. The longer the Nightwalker lingered, the more it seemed to Qi Cang as a provocation and threat.
The aura of the Blood Demon overflowed once more.
They formed two lines and slowly moved through the crowd. Suddenly, the Nightwalker in the middle all stopped, their black robes fluttering in the dim daylight wind.
They turned around, their faces obscured, but they stared intently at Qi Cang, seemingly hesitant.
Si Yan silently stood up, moved to a bench further away, crossed her long legs, and clearly adopted a spectator's attitude.
Within moments, Qi Cang could no longer bear it, and a torrent of demonic power surged forth. A crack appeared between the brows of Qi Lin's body, resembling a third eye, its color tinged with blood.
The Blood Demon appeared, and the Nightwalker surrounding him died instantly upon seeing his eyes.
As Si Yan observed, she continued to probe downwards. The demon seemed to be in the very center of the garden, and had been clearly asleep just moments before. Now, the Nightwalker began its attack, and a continuous stream of Demonic Qi was being pumped upwards.
He flicked his wrist, his slender fingers forming a spiritual seal. A burst of purple light appeared, instantly transforming into a barrier that sealed off the Demonic Qi.
In an instant, Si Yan's face turned even paler, and he became drowsy and weak.
After finally recovering a lot, she was suddenly affected by Demonic Qi again, and Jiang Nuo wasn't around.
Si Yan leaned against the bench, her eyes misty, looking haggard and weak, yet the Spiritual Power sealed by the barrier remained unwavering and unassailable.
Already no match for the Blood Demon, the two Nightwalker squads quickly fell short after the supply of magical artifacts was cut off.
The cloak falling to the ground and the black mass dissipating signifies death.
As Qi Cang returned to normal human form, Si Yan removed the barrier. He squinted his phoenix eyes wearily, leaned weakly against the back of the chair, and frowned slightly.
[Ahhh, Si Jiaojiao! What's wrong?! You look so fragile!]
Calling God Nuo --
Separation brings sadness, and sadness brings pain. Our Si Jiaojiao is just a poor, clingy wife~
[ Si Yan is going further and further astray on the path of a final assault...]
After absorbing the Demonic Qi of the Nightwalker, Qi Cang's true form slowly emerged behind him before disappearing.
"What's wrong with you?"
Qi Cang walked over, his voice deep and resonant.
He knew Si Yan had helped him earlier, but he never imagined that helping someone would leave him so weak.
Si Yan lifted her eyelids slightly, her tone languid, "My legs are numb... cold, I have no strength."
Qi Cang hesitated for a moment, then said, "... So what do you want?"
Si Yan: "Yes, Nuonuo."
He blinked slightly, his handsome face paled, and his expression dimmed.
Qi Cang: "..."
"I'd rather you freeze to death."
Si Yan grabbed the stone she had hidden behind her back and threw it at him.
Qi Cang dodged it effortlessly.
"... A-Cang, don't speak to the young master like that."
Qi Cang was stunned; the voice in his mind was so clear.
" Xiao Lin!"
His face lit up with joy, and he called out urgently.
I thought you wouldn't wake up today.